Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro – whisper, soft guitar] Just please don’t take my dog… [Verse 1] She let that phone ring, I think she already knew what it was. Voicemail reads “I’ll be home late,” but I think she… thinks I’m catchin’ a buzz. Speedin’ I‑5… That old ’79 Ford pickup, she got some crumbs from my chips and some rust on her hips, but she’s about as faithful as it gets. I promise I’m tryin’ to rush, but I know she’s fed up. As the space grows far between us I’d rather be your home— lips on a bottle, hands on your skin— baby, tell me how you feeeeel… [Pre‑Chorus] No, now I’m stuck listening to the silence still… We all know (we all know) that shit still rolls downhill. [Chorus] Just wanna know how you feel, ’cause I’m out here chasin’ the miles. Tryin’ to make it back to your front porch, your voice, your laugh, your smile. If love’s a climb, I’ll take the hill— just tell me how you feel. [Verse 2] I’m just tryin’ to make it home to you, baby… just tell me how you feel. I know I messed up once or twice, a lot more if I’m bein’ real. Hear my tires squeal— you know, you know— comin’ down the hill. So it hasn’t been what it could’ve been, baby trust me, I can feel. Damn, I’m still tryin’ every day… stroking 6‑strings, trying to whiskey my problems away. If the world’s gonna fall on someone’s back, I’ll take the weight, I’ll take the wheel. Just don’t pack up, don’t give up— baby, tell me how you feeeeel. We don’t fight just… to make up, this shit just happens because life is just real. [Acoustic guitar solo] [Verse 3 – The lights-off moment] The light’s off… the window shades are peeled. I don’t see your car keys, or mail— but there’s your ring… please tell me this ain’t real. My baby left, she got straight out of Dodge, and on top of all of that, she even took my dog. [Pre‑Chorus] No, now I’m stuck listening to the silence still… We all know (we all know) that shit still rolls downhill. [Final Chorus] Just wanna know how you feel, ’cause I’m out here chasin’ the miles. Tryin’ to make it back to your front porch, your voice, your laugh, your smile. If love’s a climb, I’ll take the hill— just tell me how you feel. [Bridge – the pissed-off one] It could’ve been on a Monday… morning or afternoon, or maybe a Tuesday, Wednesday— Wednesdays, see you soon. Maybe even the Thursday, not much to do… It could’ve even left on a Friday. But somehow you won— cheap ass chose the one day that the rent’s due. I know that shit rolls downhill, but here’s two fingers. Fuck you.[final Chorus]Just wanna know how you feel cause I’m out here chasin’ the miles.Tryin’ to make it back to your front porch, your voice, your laugh, your smile. If love’s a climb, I’ll take the hill— just tell me how you feel. [Interlude – piano + acoustic guitar][Bridge – outro] It could’ve been on a Monday… morning or afternoon, or maybe
Tags
male urban Soulful Melodic country-trap star,tavern,big catchy Chorus.#1 country song in the world hard bassline
Duration
4:10
Instrumental
No
Created
3/16/2026